WWP#185; Dire

Dire Wolf

This rude and stupid man, truly fans my ire

Puts his wants foremost, ignoring real concerns so dire

He picks at fiddle, plucks at strings

Laughs while vultures preen their wings

Clings to the sullied torch, spreads his hateful fire

Some few believe these flames are great, flames that burn so cold

Fueled by unfettered hate, history untold.

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